circling around the room, wondering where it goes to after dark, dressed in claddalily pinkadaisydilly— lily ponds and pads wet with moisture wrinkling my face to a soft mesh and unfolds quickly hoping you also write my name on every page and we try and try again, one day, you’ll see I was probably the best thing to happen to you and you can say it with certainty one day, that it’s my touch that you need, become entranced with me and enchanted with me, breathe me and smile at me: what’s the need for everyone else when it could be just you and I? breathe me in, let me be the touch that you need, the only one, only me, find yourself in me, come inside me and fill me, everywhere